Several years ago I met in the Crimea with a peasant from Murmansk.
By profession, the uncle is a master of tattoos and himself all decorated with tattoos.
He told me how hard it is to work, because the youngster constantly bothers him with a request to fill in some hieroglyphics.
he asked them : “What are your hieroglyphics?”
and they answer : “Yes, anyway.”
So he adapted: he found a jar of Chinese stew and draws out all sorts of beautiful Chinese scribbles.
And for several years, girls and boys with inscriptions on the body have been walking around Murmansk: “fatness”, “fit before 2003”, etc.